The Journey into the Unknown

It's beautiful morning in downtown Newburyport. You are sitting in a cafe with friends watching the boats rock to and fro over the waves in the harbor. From a distance, you see the ferry that runs daily down to Boston passing the edge of Plum Island. Aboard, you see hundreds of people hanging over the railing trying to get the first glimpse of shore. Sipping tea with friends, you don't think much of it, besides the unusual amount of men, women and children that are arriving momentarily.